[Mana-Cultivation Value +2.6]
[Mana-Cultivation Value +2.6]
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Listening to the delightful chimes of mana-cultivation value notifications, Lu Ze closed his eyes and savored the moment in private.
He had placed tracking marks on several familiar targets.
This unbroken stream of value came from Li Moran.
"Charging in to die one after another... what exactly is she up to?"
Curious, Lu Ze concealed his identity, slipped into Zhong Yi's Palworld, and tracked down Li Moran's location.
At a mere level 9, Li Moran wielded a basic iron sword and was locked in battle with the juvenile Mammorest guarding the newbie village.
Li Moran naturally understood that when Zhou Yue had appeared at the village entrance to take down this Mammorest, it wasn't for any materials—it was simply to keep her from being so stubborn.
But a woman as prideful as her—how could she ever bow her head so easily?
The Mammorest shook its massive frame, unleashing a barrage of sand-laden tornadoes toward Li Moran.
Her gaze stayed calm and detached. She twisted aside with the smallest of steps, then slashed once across the Mammorest's hide.
[-1]
No surprise there.
With such a vast level gap, only a single point of forced damage registered.
"He placed this great demon, level 37, at this spot—surely there's a reason for it."
Li Moran spoke slowly, facing the colossal beast with over four thousand health points, completely fearless.
"Is it a test?"
A faint smile touched her lips.
Her sword moved even faster.
Watching this absurd battle unfold from his hidden vantage point in the sky, Lu Ze was stunned.
"What if I told you..."
"That thing was put at the front door just to annoy everyone?"
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By the time players reached around level forty, the proportion of truly novel mechanics in the game began to dwindle.
No longer did every new location bring some fresh, exciting gameplay or dungeon.
In short, it was just the same resources wrapped in a fancier skin.
From metal ingots to refined metal ingots to Pal ingots to...
Most games followed this basic template.
In Lu Ze's past life, plenty of players would joke about this design with the classic "wooden stick beats crayfish" gag.
At level 1, you use a broken wooden stick to beat a crayfish.
At level 20, you use a refined magic staff to beat a mutant crayfish.
At level 40, you use a Demon-Subduing Six Harmony Staff to beat a thunderbolt crayfish.
At level 80, you use a +12 Refined·Cataclysm Vajra Lightning Staff to beat a True·Overlord Sunset Crayfish...
On the surface, Palworld followed the same basic cycle of resource recirculation, but it executed that design brilliantly.
Other games forced you to grind—no grinding, no progress.
But in Palworld, not grinding was a perfectly viable option.
You could catch Pals with lower-tier Pal Spheres, survive with slightly worse equipment, and just craft a bit slower with more primitive tools.
Players farming resources was entirely self-motivated—a self-driven desire, plain and simple.
And after gathering new resources, the boost to your entire base's production was immediately tangible.
Finding new ways to squeeze every last drop of work out of your Pals was, after all, one of the core joys of the game.
In terms of both motivation and reward feedback, Palworld had always excelled.
So even though it walked the same old path of resource loops, even though its grindiness exceeded the norm, players happily paid up and kept coming back for more.
Consequently, these high-intensity resource demands gave rise to generation after generation of heartless capitalists.
Players in Lu Ze's previous life even joked: you hate the cruel capitalist only because you're not the cruel capitalist yourself.
In this world, the situation was no different.
No guidance needed, no tutorials required—cultivators spontaneously underwent their transformation into capitalists, even competing to learn every trick for squeezing Pals dry.
At this stage, streaming mogul Zhong Yi played a pivotal role.
The introduction of "campfire therapy" burned away whatever last shreds of conscience those cultivators had left.
And it only grew more extreme...
The forum was a completely different world from that warm, harmonious first day.
[Fellow cultivators, I just returned from a mission outside, and all the Pals at my base have fallen ill. What should I do?]
[Look into campfire therapy.]
[Campfire? That's outdated, friend! Instead of spending all those materials and time building a campfire room, why not just sell the sick Pals? You'll even make some money off them.]
[Whoa? Are we really this demonic on the righteous path now?]
[Who said anything about demonic? We give them straw mats to sleep on and berries to eat, and they throw tantrums over a little work? Those Pals don't know what's good for them—sell 'em!]
[Pal Law #1: The Pal continent is never short on Pals. If you won't work, there are plenty of Pals who will!]
[Pals are born to work for their trainers. A Pal that can't serve its trainer isn't a good Pal. Just send it to reincarnation!]
[Running to the village to sell Pals is such a hassle. Fellow cultivator, I suggest using the cleaver instead. Cut them into meat chunks—you can feed the other Pals with it.]
[Feeding them that well? Are you running a charity, friend?]
[A cleaver... is that still too far even for us?]
[Sigh. I seriously warn everyone to be careful with the cleaver!! Yesterday was my first time unlocking it, and I didn't know what it was for, so I had my Prankcat craft one. Then, like an idiot, I used it out of curiosity—and directly chopped the Prankcat into meat chunks... That was the very first Pal I ever caught on the continent. I still haven't recovered. I just built a gravestone for it at home, hoping it can rest in peace with a smile...]
[It didn't even know the tool it was helping craft was meant to butcher itself.]
[Actually, it knew everything. It just loved you.]
[Why does such a sick craft exist in this game... Old Demon Lu, you have no heart!!]
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
